We found our dressing room – with an old rope hanging amongst the dusty sackcloth and drying workers clothes of a 400 year old spice store.
Yaya -the rickshaw driver and willing assistant for the day, worked happily alongside us.
Trang tried to bring some order to her thick black mane between shots, always accompanied by a smile and a giggle before falling into her faraway gazes and statuesque poses for the camera.